'...What the hell are you doing?'
The thought blasted through Steve's mind like a gunshot.
His eyes locked on the towering figure behind him.
The ghost stood silently, the air thick with its overwhelming presence. Its gaze pierced straight through Steve's back, unwavering, almost protective.
Then, the ghost's mouth creaked open, bones flexing as if mimicking a sigh. Its voice rang out in a low, ominous tone.
"Ehhh? What the hell are you talking about?"
Steve turned his head slightly, confused and tense.
"Kill everyone here? I'd do no such, especially not for a mere mortal." the ghost repeated, its tone sharper now, almost mocking.
"I have no intention of being here, remember? You're the one who bound me to your soul."
'Bound…? Oh, right. The Author's Notebook.'
Steve blinked, trying to keep his cool, though his fingers twitched slightly.
'Whatever...if what you say is true.' he thought once more.
'...Why the hell isn't she moving anymore? Is this your doing?'
